Betrayed Myself Novels & Stories

The confusion and hope and fear in his eyes. He trusted me then. Despite everything, he trusted me. And I was still planning to betray that trust. Still telling myself I could have both - my ambitions and his affection. That I could deliver him to my pack and somehow keep him safe at the same time. What a fool I was. The betrayal in his eyes when he realized what I'd done. That image haunts me more than anything else. I hurt him. Deliberately and selfishly. There's no excuse for that.

, he commanded and hung up. Why did I have to tell him,I berated myself, now he will be here tomorrow,”oh Michael how I had planned to see you naked. But Spiffy is hindering us”. I needed to act fast,I called Jim immediately for help. “Jim, please I need your help right now if you don't want to see me hang myself right now”. Jim didn't just rush to my room, but he rushed in with Chloe and Sarah, Jasmine came in last, raising her over others to get a glimpse of what I wanted to do to myself.

“Serena…let’s talk. About Lena…I was wrong. I was fooled. The doctor confirmed it, she took the medication herself. The baby… the baby wasn’t going to survive anyway…” “So what are you hoping for?” I cut him off softly. My voice was steady, empty. “Congratulations for uncovering the truth, Mr. Voss?” His throat bobbed violently. My words struck him like a slap. “I know you hate me… I know.” His voice broke, shame twisting his features. “About the baby… I…” The word seemed to burn him from the inside.

Victor and Isabella let me down. Victor, the man I trusted and loved hid a truth that changed how I saw him. Isabella, my daughter kept secrets that could tear our family apart. Their lies and silences hurt me. I felt angry, sad and disbelieving.I rubbed my temples. How did everything fall apart fast? One minute we were getting ready for an event. The next I was facing betrayal. My heart hurt knowing the people I trusted were breaking apart.I tried to understand my feelings. I was angry at Victor. I was disappointed in Isabella. I realized I was blind. All of it was crashing together inside me. I thought about the envelope, the party and the whispers from guests. The images and feelings woul

If this is the last time they’ll see me, then they’ll see me as someone brave, someone who trusted but was abandoned, and someone who loved, but was betrayed. When I reach the platform of the guillotine, I face King Orvyn in the fiercest manner I can pull off, forcing courage into my trembling body. My broken voice rises above the silence. “I was innocent and obedient to every word of my superiors, even to you, my king… my fated mate. I trusted you more than I trusted myself. I cried in secret, where no one could hear, and I carried the pain alone, believing I was proving my loyalty to you while my suffering was all worth it.”

She mocked, “at least that way she can be useful.” Suppressing the rage, I strode to my room. As soon as I snapped the doors close behind me, I buried my face in the soft pillow, muffling my sobs as my heart broke. My body aches, the bond with my mate slowly breaking, every second an aching reminder in the form of physical pain like the universe itself holds me responsible for my husband’s betrayal.

"I'm ruining your shirt..." He didn't answer that. Instead, after a long pause, he asked softly, "What happened?" The question shattered whatever composure I had left. "I..." My voice cracked. "I don't know..." Another sob escaped. "I don't know what to do anymore." Silence settled between us for a few seconds, broken only by my uneven breathing. "I..." I swallowed painfully. "I betrayed Maya.” I whispered slowly. "I promised her..." My breathing hitched. "I promised her I wouldn't go to watch him play."

The silence that followed Darius’s words was heavier than anything Lyra had ever endured. “I want to dissolve the Blood Oath.” The sentence did not fade. It lingered in the air, embedding itself into her thoughts, repeating itself in an endless loop until it no longer felt like words but like a final judgment. And strangely, she wasn’t surprised. Not truly.

I said feeling betrayed . Damm , indeed no one is to be trusted

Or was it her father, the figure she held in the highest regard, her sole family, her pillar of strength, who she was willing to sacrifice her own happiness for, only to be betrayed? “You can't be the man I knew all along,” The anguish in her voice was palpable, a mixture of sorrow and disbelief that hung heavy in the air. Each tear that fell carried the burden of shattered trust and broken dreams. The betrayal had pierced her soul, leaving her quaking with a profound sense of loss and disillusionment.